ANGELIQUE'S POVAs I enter Phoenix's room, I can't shake the feeling that someone else is in the house. I tuck him into bed and then go to my own room, where I find him lying on my bed with his shoes still on. I open my mouth to say something, but the words escape me. I sit down next to him, folding my legs and facing him. "Good evening, Alpha," I say. He looks at me and sighs. "Whenever I'm around you, all my worries seem to vanish. I was concerned about Phoenix, so I thought coming here would ease my mind," he replies. I smile at him. "So that gives you the right to sit on my bed with your dirty shoes?" He looks away, mumbling something under his breath. I grab a pillow and toss it at him. "I'm too tired to argue today," I say with a frown. "Why?" I ask, not that I really care, but if I want to win Bane over to my side instead of against me, I need to pay attention to every little detail. "I want to build a strip club on the land I acquired, but I can't because everything I ow
When one feels the warmth of the fire it's called wrath. And when one burns in the fire it's called hate but when one burns down to ashes because of the fire then it's called revenge. They forced me to feel the warmth, burn and turn into ashes.But like a phoenix I plan on rising from the ashes they burned me down to. Till date I can't stay in one place place for more than three months all because of them my life has no direction I'm just living because my heart hasn't stopped beating although everyday I wish I could just die. I loathed them for filling my life with fury.Our fate is determined by the house we grow up in. Your story's first author is your mom. This has me wondering everyday I spent alive, that what is my fate? Is the life I'm living really the life I should be. All this I can never know but can always wonder. But what I do is I was writing my own fate, I couldn't change it but the least I could was make mine.Despite being a rogue, though I didn't live like one, I
Promises are made and kept but some were just meant to be broken. I vowed to Phoenix that I wouldn't be impulsive at school because being impulsive always lands me in nothing but trouble.However, the moron who hit my car pissed me off, I couldn't act like I was okay with what he did. "Please sis let it go we'll walk on foot," Phoenix said while also trying to stop me from going to cause a scene there, but I wasn't having any of that carp. This one is thinking with his toes. I wouldn't do everything I wanted to do without my car."Who did this to my car?" I bawled."I did," a husky voice said from behind me, it was deep yet still sexy. The kind of deep voice that is so very easy to fall in love with, that auditory caramel.My subconscious told me to turn and without blinking I did, one for the fact that I wanted to see who demolished my car and two because I wanted to see the possessor of the attractive voice I just heard.I turned. And my jaw dropped. I blinked twice, just to confirm
The past is what you went through to be who are, it's what paved you to be who you are. The past is what you were not what you are, not who you are. The past doesn't define you. That's why people say that the present and the future are important and not the past.But I believe the past is what's crucial, new memories can always be created but old memories can never be expunged. You live on with the memories, good or bad, they live within you. You make space for them.Dark or bright. Happy or sad the past stays with you. You can't forget the past it's impossible to, but you make peace with the past. And carry it wherever go.My past is, was, and will always be painful. I carried the pain with me like a mosquito sucks blood from our bodies, it sucked and sucked onto my soul until I made harmony with the fact that the only thing I was destined to, was pain.Over the years heartache became my mother and the physical pain became my father, the day I realized that those two things were my p
In our realm, rogues are best known for killing their kind if they aren't given a chance. They're a great danger to packs because all they do is kill. We have a bad odor radiating from our bodies.No one can stand the unbearable smell of rotten flesh and rotten eggs. They're really easy to spot that's why they're easily killed. That way they're bestial But there are good rogues like me we don't kill people we just try to survive which is hard because there are rouges out who still want to kill us despite us not being bad. But as for me thanks to the powers and dreams I get from only the goddess knows where I can conceal my awful scent but I know that he scented that I am a rogue that's why he kept whispering it to me. What I couldn't understand was why wasn't doing anything about it.He was trying to get as close to him as possible, I guess he had that keep your friends close and your enemies closer thing in his mind."If you had just apologized you would have had to piggyback ride
Emotions ran through my body like the water runs in the sea. Anger was fuming inside me and hatred rooting from within me. âWhen youâre done whining, tell me so we can start workingâ Working? My job was to be his maid. A personal one at that.âWhat works,â I asked making my way toward him.â Iâm meeting with people from the councilâ he stated.Whatâs that got to do with me? I wondered but still listened.âI want them to feel at home while theyâre hereâ So I should be their maid too. That was simple.â Itâs the least you can do after the destruction youâve caused in my lifeâI stared at him with my eyebrows raised.â Donât give me that look, I turned my phone off because itâs bombarding with notifications and messages, do you want the headlines âFamous Ruthless Alpha Bane Gets Ridiculed By A RogueâArgh, that news will be ancient history tomorrow. Wait! Do they know that I am a rogue?âRelax they donât know youâre a rogueâ â It's just that everyone who is not Candy is
Being alive pangs, especially when you feel a trail of emotions burning inside you that need to be released but you can't do that. It hurts to be alive and helpless.I wonder when will this pain demise I'm continuously inhabiting in misery and it's not pleasant I just want to live a normal life but fate is not letting me I'm instead swimming in a sea of sorrowsMeeting Cain was terrible, he used to make me do things I didn't want to, I smuggled drugs sometimes he'd even put them in my stomach he made me do terrible things to people. In his eyes and Banes's, I'm trash but he never made me feel worthless. What he ordered me to do was the same as being a prostitute because what if their lust nudges them to want my body to get what he wants he'll let them ravish like a predator ravishes their prey.I look at the dress he sent for me it's lying on the bed it's black, short, and ridiculously cute I wonder who told him black is my favorite color.I take a quick shower, after taking a shower I
I'm waiting outside my door waiting for the Queen to open the door. I roll my eyes. It's freezing outside here since I'm not wearing anything. I could probably barge in but I don't want to see such filth as her naked, it would be too insulting and disgusting.But it wouldn't be so bad to see her naked, I snickered, and the door to my room slowly opened. When it was finally ajar I wondered if I was being delusional or what but what I saw mystified me, an angel with black hair stood in front of me. If I didn't have to do something important today I would've taken her right here and now.Her hair was dripping with water and her white shirt was wet giving me a full display of her overripped bananas, spotty and hanging precariously from tender stalks."Sorry for the wait I was taking a shower," She said biting her lower lip. I stood still, ogling at her."Fuck" I cursed to myself. What is this lowlife doing to me? "I just came to get my shirt but I see you're using it I'll get another one"
ANGELIQUE'S POVAs I enter Phoenix's room, I can't shake the feeling that someone else is in the house. I tuck him into bed and then go to my own room, where I find him lying on my bed with his shoes still on. I open my mouth to say something, but the words escape me. I sit down next to him, folding my legs and facing him. "Good evening, Alpha," I say. He looks at me and sighs. "Whenever I'm around you, all my worries seem to vanish. I was concerned about Phoenix, so I thought coming here would ease my mind," he replies. I smile at him. "So that gives you the right to sit on my bed with your dirty shoes?" He looks away, mumbling something under his breath. I grab a pillow and toss it at him. "I'm too tired to argue today," I say with a frown. "Why?" I ask, not that I really care, but if I want to win Bane over to my side instead of against me, I need to pay attention to every little detail. "I want to build a strip club on the land I acquired, but I can't because everything I ow
CAROL'S POVIt has been four years since my brother, the beta, and the Pack members abandoned me here to perish, but I have learned to endure everything, including the harsh winter mornings. This cottage had no windows, so I gathered wood to create makeshift ones, doing everything I could to make this place feel like home. I crawled out of bed, even on days I felt as if I were dying. There were moments when the thought of becoming a rogue crossed my mind, and times when I contemplated ending my life. And yet death still didn't want welcome me.But here I am today, standing in front of the one person Iâve been observing from afar for the past few yearsâthe source of my daily pain due to his intimacy with others. I despise him, yet now that he is right in front of me, looking so perfect, I find myself questioning whether I truly hate him. His handsome face resembled a Greek sculpture, with deep features and an irresistible slender figure. He was like other men, yet distinctly differen
BRENTON'S POVAs I walk down the hallway, I run into Phoenix, and we exchange a fist bump. I notice some purple marks on his neck and chuckle, thinking about the fuss his sister will make. Iâve been so caught up in Pack matters that I forgot to remind the omegas to keep an eye on his plate. I was also allergic to carbs at his age. I realize heâs having an allergic reaction. Too much starch and sugar keeps him hyperactive; he wonât be able to fall asleep and let Angelique help him. He needs to sleep to heal. I find myself standing at the door of someone Iâd rather not see. Just as Iâm about to turn back, I remember the scene Iâll have to face. But then a vision of Phoenix and Angelique flashes in my mind, and I canât bear to see them in pain, so I knock twice. A tired-looking figure appears when she opens the door, and I let out a sigh. Every time I see her, she seems to be fading away. I look away before she notices the concern in my eyes and step back, glancing down. âHi,â I fi
I take a quick look at myself in the mirror, and once Iâm happy with my appearance, I head out. I make my way to the Pack house, which is quieter than usual. I can hear raised voices coming from his study, so I quietly tiptoe over. âShut up!â he slams his hand on the table, startling me even though Iâm outside. I canât help but wonder who is being yelled at. âOne simple task: keep watch over her, and you fail.â âAlpha, we should be grateful sheâs not dead,â a familiar voice says, but I canât quite place it. âThen where is she!?â The room goes silent. âHere I am,â I whisper to myself. âAlpha, I think we should let them search for now. If sheâs still not found afterâĶâ He bangs the table again, and I canât help but chuckle. âItâs only a pity; I canât laugh any louder than this,â I think as I continue to eavesdrop. "She has to be found!!" he shoutsâAlpha, Iâm sorry,â the voice says. âWho is this idiot? He has the dumbest ideas, and the dumbest mouthâ I mutter under my breath. â
ANGELIQUE'S POV**ANGELIQUE'S FLASHBACK**It was an extremely cold winter, and their foster parents had left Angelique and her brother Phoenix on their own. Without sufficient warm clothing, she gathered all the blankets they had, tucked her little brother in, and climbed in next to him. The warmth was soothing, ensuring they wouldn't catch a cold.As she began to drift off to sleep, she heard an elderly voice calling her name. "Angelique!" She thought it was just a dream, but the voice called again, "Angelique!" Sitting up, she half-shouted, "What?""It is a privilege to have you as my grandchild and to guide you," the voice said, leaving her somewhat puzzled."I donât have grandparents; Iâm adopted," she replied."I know, dear, but I am your biological grandmother," the voice clarified."Where are you?" she asked boldly."Iâm dead; I exist in your mind now," the voice answered."Why have you come into my mind?""The spirits have chosen you. You must be well-trained from a young
ANGELIQUE'S POVI hurried inside Bane's study, I knew I was up for unnecessary interrogation.I wipe away imaginary tears, sniff, and lift my head. "You injured ten of my men," He says with a frown.Should I be smiling at them? They wanted to fight me too. "I donât understand. Was I supposed to dance with them?" I raise my voice at him. Brenton and the trainer chuckle. "No, you were meant to fight back; you left most of them half-dead." I nod. "Clearly, you need to fire this one; he's useless. What has he been teaching them if ten of them were taken down by a female werewolf?" I ask."That I'm a werewolf in name only, without a wolf like theirs; all they know how to do is growl. Is that all you teach them?" I question the trainer. "That's not the main issue. The issue is, you hurt them, and I already have families calling. Luckily, they canât sue me." I roll my eyes. Itâs his problem that heâs getting calls. "How is that my concern? Just tell me what matters to me, like the pric
The first light of day filtered through the curtains, casting a warm golden hue in the room, and I realized it was morning. I had shared a bed with a man named William, but nothing happened between us; now Bane is the second man, and still, nothing has occurred. I stretch my arm and turn to his side, noticing a note on his pillow. I pick it up and read, "Be in the Pack house Hall at 9 o'clock." Glancing at the clock, I see I have only fifteen minutes to reach the Hall. I quickly remove my clothes and dash to the bathroom for a five-minute shower before stepping out. I grab my clothes and leave without making the bed. Once outside, I get into my car, start the engine, and drive off. In seven minutes, I park in front of the Hall. Just as Iâm about to open the door, I remember that Iâm still in my underwear. I quickly put on a t-shirt and mini skirt, then grab my shoes, black pantyhose, and leather jacket before hurrying to the entrance.As I enter, I hear laughter, whispers, singing,
BRENTON'S POVIn my world, family holds immense power; your family's name can open doors and provide protection for you. Growing up, I longed for that kind of privilege. When my wolf alerted me that the girl I initially disliked might be important to our realm, I began to investigate her. I thought this could finally give me a sense of belonging and help fill the emptiness I've felt for years. However, I didn't anticipate how broken she would be.My phone ringing pulls me from my thoughts. "Speak," I answer, coldly."Mr. Banecroft has some paperwork to sign. He mentioned sending his assistant over, but..." "Send it to the Pack house. I'll return it after signing," I reply before hanging up. The fact that they can't locate him indicates he's going through another emotional episode. This works to my advantage; I should find him, hand this paper to him then head to Candy. I track his phone and, sure enough, he's at his mansion. I go to the Pack house to grab the papers and drive ov
ANGELIQUE'S POVAfter spending some time with my new found cousin, I decided to call the Pack house to see if Bane had arrived. To my surprise, he had, and he left to his house but didnât bother to inform me that he wouldnât be picking me up anymore. So here I am, making my way to his house on my own.His place feels more like a morgue than a home; the Pack house is much better. I already regret visiting him. The gate is left open, so I park my car next to his and head inside.As I walk in, the silence is so intense you could hear a pin drop. I think he intended to reflect his cold, dark personality in this house. The walls are navy blue, the furniture is navy blue, and the curtains are grayânothing here suggests life.âBane!?â I call out, but thereâs no response.âI know youâre here, where are you?â I ask.âWhy are you trespassing?â he replies from behind me, nearly giving me a heart attack.âIâm not trespassing; I was told you were here. So I am supposed to just follow you around l